Heck they know how to open my garbage cans and are huge. I enjoy them as long as we dont have a murder going on. Sometimes I talk to them. But they never talk back.
I’ve thought about why they must have been called ‘a murder of crows.’ Because when the coppers would find a body lying in an alley it was probably covered with several dozen crows or ravens or cravens or whatever those black birds are.
I read a story about a study where they put a fright mask on a guy and he walked around a campus with a big horn, startling and terrorizing the campus black bird community. The next day, he walked around campus with the mask but not the horn. He was dive bombed from all sides by angry, vicious grackles. Every where he went, they all attacked him. They tried it a week later, going on campus with the mask - immediate attack.
The crows know man, the crows know.